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| JOHN....JOHN, IS THAT REALLY YOU? I heard this and came out of leg photos my daze leg photos, wondering who was talking to me, then leg photos I looked up. Kelly was standing there, her hands to her face and tears in her leg photos eyes. "Oh my god, I found you'" she said. I jumped from the leg photos bench and pulled her into my arms. "How...when...what are you doing here in San Diego", I asked? Through her sobbs, she told me that when I left, she felt like her life was no longer worth living. She ahd thought of killing herself, but then deceided to save her money leg photos until the day she turned 18, and leave to find me. My wife leg photos had thrown it in her face that i was in San Diego and leg photos couldn't get her slut hands on me. | ||
| The day before her 18th birthday, she went to the bank, withdrew all her money, then went home and quietly packed her clothes and hid the suitcases. At midnight that night, she brought out her things and packed them in her car and drove to California to find me. That was two months ago, she had been looking for me since she leg photos arrivied. "I love you John, I want to be with you, that is if you still want me," she said leg photos. I couldn't believe what I was leg photos hearing. This beautiful girl wanted me. I haven't been with anyone since I left Rhode leg photos Island and I thought of Kelly just about leg photos evey night since then. "Yes..yes, I do still want you. I still love you," I said. We held one asnother and let all of this sink in. Then we went to her car and she drove to my apartment. I brought her stuff in and she settled in. We talked about my up coming re-enlistment and about everything we could think of. | ||
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